Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

We would get married and have beautiful kids and live happily ever after . But I don’t come out alive ,I want you to move on .Please forget about me .Find another girl that makes you happy .Don’t cry for me ...I won’t like it .I want you to be happy Ben so if I don’t make it ,Forget me and Move on . But always remember I love you and I will always do .Whether dead or alive .Always and Forever . Yours sincerely, Rissa. Love is pain .Love is cruel .Love is powerful ,Love is magical ,Love is not something you toy with .

Or that the war would become so bloody? Nevertheless, Scar resolved to stay by Damon 's side. She would be there for him through the long nights of pain and healing, and help him to rise stronger than ever before. Because he was her love, her hero, and the future that she wanted more than anything in the world. As much as she wanted to deny it, the truth slammed into her like a flying brick to the chest, stealing her breath away. She loved him and she knows he loves her too. At some point during the past few days, Scar had fallen for Damon, beyond a shadow of a doubt. There had been the slow creep of feelings at first, rising whenever he showed her a gesture kindness, only to be swiftly supp

now your working for them you left me but i understand why you did im not the heartless bastard you think i am"He says. He clenched his jaw as his eyes flashed red. But Bermann stole from me, he has to pay raven i don't forgive, i don't show mercy that's why I'm the man i am today." He says taking a sip of his scotch ."I know" i sighed as i stared out unto the dancing couples.  * quick note listen to this song it really sets the mood😘😘* The band starts playing a slow love song that i remembered from my first heist with the crew. It's the day i made my largest score and the day when everything changed Monaco.

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

The silence that fell was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions too raw to articulate. I lowered myself further, my lips gently touching more of her scars, one by one, inch by inch. I kissed them as if they were not symbols of a tragic past, but instead, keys to a new beginning. Each kiss was a silent vow, a promise of acceptance and unwavering support. To the unbroken skin between the scars, I bestowed gentle kisses, as if to pay homage to the strength that had enabled her to survive. To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

“Oh, shit, kid.” Scars shook his dark head, the kitchen light making the scars on his face glow very white. “You got problems.” “You don’t know the half of it.” “There’s more?” “There’s a woman. An amazing woman, a woman that I love.” “Awww, crap.” Scars reached for the bottle, decided it was time to break out the triples. Maybe even start swigging straight from the bottle neck. “You seeing someone?” “I was, until this happened.”

"After I found out you gave my bone marrow to Renee behind my back, I stopped trying to love you. That last week? I was just surviving. By the time I wrote that letter, I never wanted to see you again." Lyra replayed it all in her head—Joel had been her first real love. Growing up watching her parents' picture-perfect marriage, she honestly believed loving hard meant getting love back. Saying she never loved him would've been a straight-up lie. She stood by him through five brutal years, carrying everything without complaint. But right when she thought they'd finally move forward, Joel just... kept breaking her—for Renee. No one could survive that kind of heartbreak and still stay sane.